Disclaimer: Don't blame me for Doyle! What can I say, the girl's got an evil sense of humor. Blame Harper, it's all his fault, he programmed her after all. It's always Harper's fault.

"… it's not like it's the only time we found a powerful weapon and then never used it again."

"Like what Beka?"

"Like that bell, Dylan"

"What bell?"

Beka waved her hand at Dylan and Rhade. "You guys know what I'm talking about. The bell. From the doll. The, I don't know what to call it, the anti-Abyss bell Wenslow gave me."

Hands on her hips Doyle turned to the two men, waiting for a better explanation. Dylan's mouth was slightly open while Rhade was rubbing his hands through his hair and shaking his head. It was the Nietzschean who spoke. "We are such fools. We have been carrying around a major weapon against the Abyss and we never used it! What were we thinking! I really need a drink."

"No you don't, trust me. Harper's out of real alcohol again and you don't want to know what he's serving. And it's not true that we never used it, the day we found the bell we used it to drive agents of the Abyss away from the Archives. Anyway, it's not like the Abyss ever warned when it was attacking, and for the most part I think we did a pretty good job defending ourselves and everyone else without it! And for that matter…"

"Hold on Beka, no need to get defensive with me." Doyle had no intention of letting Beka get started on a rant. Not while she still had questions. "What I don't understand is this: the bell drives away agents of the Abyss, the great evil of the universe, the power that destroyed your last stand forcing Trance to send you all here, but you don't carry it with you at all times? Just in case?"

Rhade and the captain were still not talking, at least not coherently, so Beka continued. "Well, we had to keep it safe didn't we? There was no one left to explain where it had come from or what it's real purpose was. For all we knew it was a single use only deal."

"Ok Beka, but I still think you should have at least tried it. So where did you put it for safe keeping? Somewhere better than where Trance hid the Engine of Creation I hope."

Rhade's muttering temporarily became intelligible, "I really want a drink. What were we thinking?"

Beka had gotten very good at ignoring Rhade since arriving on Seefra. She frowned in concentration as she considered Doyle's question. "Well that's an interesting question. I was pretty upset when we came back from the Archives, too much reliving the past I guess. I remember throwing the bell onto my bunk in the Maru. Then I decided that if I was going to relive my distant past I might as well relive my more recent past too. So I started going through some crates of junk, and I found an entire crate of stuff from old boyfriends. I was sorting through it, throwing most of it in a pile on the floor when I came across some of Tyr's old shirts. I threw them in the junk pile at first, but right before I hauled it all to the waste hatch I pulled them from the pile and tossed them on my bunk. Don't ask me why." Beka's frown deepened. "You know I don't remember seeing the bell after that. It must have gotten mixed up with Tyr's stuff when I shoved it back in the crate."

"So you think it might be in a crate somewhere on the Maru?" Doyle was finding it harder and harder to believe that the Andromeda's crew had survived for as long as they had. The universe must really love them she decided, it was the only way to explain their survival.

Rhade finally managed to process what Beka had said. For a moment he was the old Rhade, indignant at her lack of military discipline. "Beka what were you thinking? Treating something that important so carelessly? It should have been turned over to Captain Hunt at once." In a flash he was the new Rhade again. "Did you say you had Tyr Anasazi's clothes in your quarters? On the Maru?" Blink. "You still have Tyr Anasazi's clothes on the Maru?"

"Listen you two, maybe we can continue this on the Maru? While we're looking through crates?"

Dylan decided to duck out of the search process yet again. It had been a long day, he was tired, and if Beka and Rhade were going to kill each other today he was perfectly willing to let it happen as long as it didn't happen in front of him. "I'm just going to wait here and keep an eye on Trance and Harper's progress. You three have fun though."

"Fine, yeah. Come on." Beka lead them to the Maru, lost in thought and apparently oblivious to the irritated looks Rhade sent her.

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Several hours later the trio located the infamous 'ex-boyfriend crate'. It was well hidden, buried under nearly every other storage crate on the Maru and mislabeled 'Tampons, Pads, etc.'

Beka pulled Tyr's chain mail-like shirt from the top. "Fashion sense was not one of Anasazi's strengths" sneered Rhade.

"Oh, I don't know, I always thought he looked very good in that. Probably why I kept it. You can have it if you want." Beka still appeared distracted.

The Nietzschean's look of confusion amused Doyle. "I don't know Beka, I not sure it would fit him, way too big I think." Her mischievous smile was lost on Beka, but her comment apparently hit home with Rhade.

"Not all Nietzscheans measure worth by size." Doyle's smile grew bigger. "What I mean is, having an impressive physique isn't everything." The android was now holding a hand over her mouth, trying to hide her amusement. "I don't want to be compared to Tyr Anasazi!"

Doyle opened her mouth to continue torturing Rhade, but as Beka pulled another shirt from the crate a small bell fell to the floor. Doyle was unimpressed. "So that's it? I was expecting, oh I don't know," she shot an evil look at Rhade, "something bigger."

Beka picked up the bell, ignoring the exchange between Doyle and Rhade. "We better go find the others, let them know we found this." She lead them back to machine shop 59 by the same route she had taken to the Maru, again with Doyle and Rhade in tow. Only this time Rhade was glaring at Doyle instead of her.